. The Rotunda . ent ashore, and there found suchprofusion of fruits as he had no-where before seen. The men becameso interested in their picking thatthey did not notice the sly movementof the Indians until they found tl em-selves imprisoned by grips of steel. The Englishmen were led on andon through that denae forest, know-ing that every step was carryingthem closer to a death of tortureWhat agony on the part ot the cap-tives! What coolness on the part ofthe captors! Ever onward to a doomthe horribleness of which rhey couldnot imagine. * • • A lovely Indian maiden, hor Iodydraped in a cloth of
. The Rotunda . ent ashore, and there found suchprofusion of fruits as he had no-where before seen. The men becameso interested in their picking thatthey did not notice the sly movementof the Indians until they found tl em-selves imprisoned by grips of steel. The Englishmen were led on andon through that denae forest, know-ing that every step was carryingthem closer to a death of tortureWhat agony on the part ot the cap-tives! What coolness on the part ofthe captors! Ever onward to a doomthe horribleness of which rhey couldnot imagine. * • • A lovely Indian maiden, hor Iodydraped in a cloth of silk, a string ofglass beads about her neck, stoodupon the bank of the beautiful Nus-sawadox West. Behind her, campfires gleamed brightly; on her left laythe graves of her ancestors—kings. The red of the sky paled. Upon therippling water soft shades were re-flected. A strong man clasped thehand of the princess; a strong manlooked, with her, at the sinking sun,and forgot the tortured, white faces. A. B. 30. AMONG THE CAPS ANDGOWNS MARGARET COBB Cobble has the divine gift of do-ing things so tastefully, and unsel-fishly that people do not know, or un-derstand, how much she has done forthem. For four years she has servedthrough the Y. \V., through her class,and to her friends, and she has giv-en with self-forgetfulness and hap-py humor. On the tennis courts, talk-ing at prayers, eulogizing on BlueRidge, or playing with her kinder-garten children, we see her always,always moving. And as she moved,and we heard one of her droll re-marks of two, and heard her laugh,we caught an elusive warmth for heraliveness, and her playing, and herworking. If a Senior ever loevd her AlmaMater, it is Cobble, and becauseshe has given to the school and toher friends with the loveliest andtruest of spirits, life owes her kind-liness and warmth and beauty. LOUISE BREWER Where is a girl whom we can de-pend on? This question is often indebate at S. T. C. In a number ofcases Louise Brewer has been t
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